this city is all riffs, all electrics.
echoes and funny acoustics today at mccarren park pool for 'That Grandaddy Guy' (jason lytle by all technically correct accounts, but i didnt once hear him referred to that way) and pretty girls make graves. which effects on sound of an ex-abandoned empty pool/failed public works project/wait is this clearchannel in our neighborhood, goddammit?/"oh good, a heroically random concrete something, lets leave the chipping turquoise paint, throw in a slip'n'slide and the hipsters will come a-runnin" im positive havent been studied, but i sat in front of the speakers for a while (for pictures which probably wont get developed for at least another week; oh digital, you elusive) and thought it was fine (is that normal?) while everyone else was wincing at the high notes in the back. given that im tone-deaf and rhythm-negligent i really havent the faintest what was going on, but there are apparently some questions about an abandoned (and creepily shallow) pool's value as a venue (really? im glad someone saw that coming and promptly proceeded to neglect it, given that whats important here has nothing to do with sound, and more to do with [private] "access to prime market segments" and [public] "better than an abandoned shithole collecting broken glass and standing water, not that we really care, so long as it doesnt cost us anything").
which to clarify, the free shows are put together by jellyNYC, and proceeds benefit further restoration. The money shows ($30 and up?) are put on by Live Nation, which although independent is a stepchild of the big CC (via gothamist).
--although they keep on saying "donate! keep free shows free!" and the blatant failure of logic to apply here is infuriating and makes me wonder if theyre all standing over a wormhole to a more-dimensional universe than mine. i dont mind donating, but do lets please acknowledge how money's existence applies to my personal four-dimensional land in which money given means 'not free', nor 'keeping something free' by paying for it. its also a guilty cry, and pretty much any catcall that tries to justify itself is a little wussy, and, finally, 'donate! keep mccarren park public/help renovate williamsburg's best space/more slip'n'slides for everyone!' would be way more interesting.
[wicked belated sidenote: of course i think this is funny, its me. and emily, craning to the right, with glasses.]
so anyhow, pretty girls did a really nice show, i think knowing full well that stuff off the first album was going to get the most attention and love from the crowd. their second encore (speakers push the air) - which they very nicely pretended the crowd had enthusiastically demanded; showing up being about as excited as anyone gets, unless youre in a small venue and feel like youre being made love to, and other than lone girl embarassing her boyfriend (we all know her), there wasnt a sway to be seen - was my high point, for a number of really obvious reasons. mostly something about the way the lead singer (andrea...?) finally sounded like she was enjoying performing live, not just putting on a show, instead of kind of messing around with pronunciation, coming in late, or just trying not to bore herself.
as for lytle, i only caught the end of his set (beer fiasco...anyway), so i cant say much other than acoustic shows are probably better in this venue, but the high energy needs to stay, because otherwise everyone starts watching the dodgeball game.
(of montreal is next sunday at mccarren, also free, 2-8pm. wicked totally.)
oh, tired. im going to start keeping track of how many times ive read emma so i start feeling guilty about it.
echoes and funny acoustics today at mccarren park pool for 'That Grandaddy Guy' (jason lytle by all technically correct accounts, but i didnt once hear him referred to that way) and pretty girls make graves. which effects on sound of an ex-abandoned empty pool/failed public works project/wait is this clearchannel in our neighborhood, goddammit?/"oh good, a heroically random concrete something, lets leave the chipping turquoise paint, throw in a slip'n'slide and the hipsters will come a-runnin" im positive havent been studied, but i sat in front of the speakers for a while (for pictures which probably wont get developed for at least another week; oh digital, you elusive) and thought it was fine (is that normal?) while everyone else was wincing at the high notes in the back. given that im tone-deaf and rhythm-negligent i really havent the faintest what was going on, but there are apparently some questions about an abandoned (and creepily shallow) pool's value as a venue (really? im glad someone saw that coming and promptly proceeded to neglect it, given that whats important here has nothing to do with sound, and more to do with [private] "access to prime market segments" and [public] "better than an abandoned shithole collecting broken glass and standing water, not that we really care, so long as it doesnt cost us anything").
which to clarify, the free shows are put together by jellyNYC, and proceeds benefit further restoration. The money shows ($30 and up?) are put on by Live Nation, which although independent is a stepchild of the big CC (via gothamist).
--although they keep on saying "donate! keep free shows free!" and the blatant failure of logic to apply here is infuriating and makes me wonder if theyre all standing over a wormhole to a more-dimensional universe than mine. i dont mind donating, but do lets please acknowledge how money's existence applies to my personal four-dimensional land in which money given means 'not free', nor 'keeping something free' by paying for it. its also a guilty cry, and pretty much any catcall that tries to justify itself is a little wussy, and, finally, 'donate! keep mccarren park public/help renovate williamsburg's best space/more slip'n'slides for everyone!' would be way more interesting.
[wicked belated sidenote: of course i think this is funny, its me. and emily, craning to the right, with glasses.]
so anyhow, pretty girls did a really nice show, i think knowing full well that stuff off the first album was going to get the most attention and love from the crowd. their second encore (speakers push the air) - which they very nicely pretended the crowd had enthusiastically demanded; showing up being about as excited as anyone gets, unless youre in a small venue and feel like youre being made love to, and other than lone girl embarassing her boyfriend (we all know her), there wasnt a sway to be seen - was my high point, for a number of really obvious reasons. mostly something about the way the lead singer (andrea...?) finally sounded like she was enjoying performing live, not just putting on a show, instead of kind of messing around with pronunciation, coming in late, or just trying not to bore herself.
as for lytle, i only caught the end of his set (beer fiasco...anyway), so i cant say much other than acoustic shows are probably better in this venue, but the high energy needs to stay, because otherwise everyone starts watching the dodgeball game.
(of montreal is next sunday at mccarren, also free, 2-8pm. wicked totally.)
oh, tired. im going to start keeping track of how many times ive read emma so i start feeling guilty about it.
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